The taste of moon's song.

We ran as if to meet the moon.

The moon in her chariot of pearl

Look, moonI turned silver for you.

Go slowly, my lovely moon, go slowly.

I am a cemetery by the moon unblessed.

the moon is just another kind of clock

I want to take you under the moonlight.

The moon lives in the lining of your skin.

Creativity is in the heart of the dreamer.

In presence of the Moon nobody sees stars.

Now that's a ghastly moon, not ghostly.

Look at that moon. Potato weather for sure.

As dull as moon face, never seem to change.

The moon rose, squatting in the strained blue.